Find me there
Lying in her delicate arms
Playing with those softer palms
Counting the years of love
That she would make my lips curve
I swear that sometimes
It all feels like the right rhymes.
Find my hands
Snaking up her light blouse
Looking to settle upon the hills
Mounted on her chest for feels
With the aim to arouse
Her frozen passion
And reignite sensual action.
Find my fingers
Caressing our fears away
Whispering that she should stay
On behalf of my wishful muted lips
As her softness drowns me for keeps
Feeling like I have my hands
Sinking into moving clouds.
Find my tongue
Wandering on her every inch
Savouring her chocolate skin
Lost in a brown so damn rich
With tastebuds working to conquer
My heart's very own ruler
And make her body my home.
Find my body
Becoming her home too
Getting used to her softness
While she dissolves my roughness
To mould a different me
Drenched in hope to see
Myself falling again.
Thank you for visiting 😊
Wambuku W.
Snaking up her light blouseLooking to settle upon the hills